Dis-Ease
Dis-Ease


A disease rotten to the core
Is what I have
No, it's not love
Panic attacks are what I get
When I think about you
I condemn you to hell
If at all you exist!!
A disease rotten to the core
Is what I have
No, it's not love
Panic attacks are what I get
When I think about you
I condemn you to hell
If at all you exist!!